Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Rwanda and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pantytec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.